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The Curse of Cogston House - Reading Questions and Discussion Prompts
The Curse of Cogston House - Reading Questions and Discussion Prompts
Jack strode up an overgrown path away from the park as though relishing a mission
through the jungle, dodging the occasional stinging nettle with an effortless skip or jump.
“Come on, Luca. This is going to be epic!” Dipping his head and swiping away leaves like
some intrepid explorer, he manoeuvred under a tree branch, which hung over the narrow
track.
Luca dawdled behind. Only a few minutes earlier, he had been perfectly happy practising
his limited gymnastics moves upside down on the monkey bars. Now, he was torn between
making the effort to keep up with his friend and deliberately getting left behind.
“Speed up – we’re nearly there!” Jack called eagerly over his shoulder.
What can you tell about Jack’s personality? Explain your answer.
Which boy is which? How do you know?
Luca wasn’t at all sure that they should be leaving the park swings, where they had been
allowed to hang out without their parents since both recently celebrating their eleventh
birthdays in the same week. He was even less sure that he wanted to be venturing towards
‘The Top End’, as everyone called that part of the park grounds. He spun round to look
behind him. The monkey bars were now way out of sight and the watery evening sun above
was being muscled out of position by ever-darkening shades of grey, layering over each
other in the sky like a collage.
“Maybe it’s getting too late for today. We could go another day,” Luca suggested hopefully.
He looked down towards his watch. Scowling at the time – 10:31 – he shook his wrist
vigorously. Clearly, the watch wasn’t working, as it was only just beginning to go dark. He
was going to need a new excuse. “Why don’t we come back tomorrow, when it’s lighter? I
think it’s going to rain, from the look of those clouds, and Dad’s making bolognese for tea.
We don’t want to miss that!”
Being two days older than his friend clearly gave him no superiority at all.
What can you tell about how Luca feels? Find some evidence.
Standing upright again inside, Luca looked around. The first thing that he noticed was the
stale air, which seeped into his mouth and nostrils. Repulsed by the mouldy stench that
hung in the atmosphere, he focused on inhaling through the tiniest slit in his mouth to
avoid breathing it in any more than he had to.
Beneath his feet, the floor was covered in rubble, like a building site, and dry leaves nestled
together in dirty piles, crunching when he trod on them. It was as though the outside had
crept inside. Huge rugs were spaced along the hallway, not laid flat or neatly, as they once
might have been – they were worn, crumpled, damp-smelling and thick with dirt. Luca
shuddered at the thought of how many tiny creatures were camping out among the fibres of
the threadbare material.
Looking up, he noted that every single window was cracked or broken. Spindly branches of
a yew tree scratched and tapped at one high window and, lower down, a cool breeze
whistled through a jagged hole, causing him to shiver.
Why does the author say that the portraits were ‘watching’?
How could you describe these two girls to highlight their differences?
The girls explored a little inside, Alice following Eliza closely. They peered cautiously into
the downstairs rooms leading off the wide hallway, but neither dared to venture up the
spiral staircase. A fancy pair of chairs here, a mute grand piano there. In some way, the
eerie silence of the house demanded silence from them, too. Alice let Eliza lead the way,
trailing just a couple of soft steps behind.
After only a few minutes of exploring, swallowing gulps of thick, dusty air, Alice noticed
that they had gradually travelled a surprising distance from the big, heavy entrance door
behind them. Somehow, the house had enticed them deeper and deeper inside. As she
traipsed along behind Eliza, she realised that her feet were moving to a rhythm that had, so
far, escaped her notice. Steady and comforting, the girls were treading to a beat, like
soldiers marching in time with a drum. Alice snatched a piece of Eliza’s coat to stop her in
her tracks and stood silently, listening.
Tick.
Why has the author started a new line for each ‘tick, tock’?
The volume of one mantelpiece clock rose slightly as Alice walked by, and slowly died
again as she left it behind. A nearby door, slightly ajar, allowed the resonance of another
clock to pick up the rhythm.
Alice’s footfalls had just begun to slip back into the soothing pulse of the ticking house
when her attention was drawn to the nearest, exquisitely polished timepiece.
She stopped. The realisation that invaded her mind made her stomach lurch unpleasantly.
All over the vast house, thick blankets of dust clung to every item of furniture – except for
the clocks.
Tick, tock.
Eliza had been creeping farther along the passageway when a horrendous noise startled
her. She spun round to find herself perfectly alone in an empty hallway. The house looked
exactly the same as it had a moment earlier – but Alice was nowhere to be seen.
How can you tell that Eliza is afraid? Find all of the evidence.
Why are these numbers written backwards?
Alice watched it all but could not speak.
Standing in almost complete darkness, her eyes strained to adjust. Directly in front of her
face, she could see through a murky, circular window. It was so close to the end of her nose
that the thick glass seemed to blur and distort the objects on the other side into gruesome,
deformed versions of themselves. She blinked rapidly as her befuddled brain pieced
together the picture in front of her.
She could see Eliza. Stretched and blurred by the small window, she was standing in the
corridor, just as she had been only a moment earlier. The walls of the hallway seemed to
curl sickeningly towards Alice at the top and bottom as she rolled her eyes around to test
the limits of her vision. There was a stuffy, musty smell around her and she reached up to
hold her nose…
Nothing happened. Alice’s hands didn’t appear in front of her. She focused hard on moving
her arms from where they hung by her waist, but it was as though they didn’t belong to her
any more. She was rigid, but for the swivelling of her wide, panicked eyes.
Find the simile in the first paragraph, and replace it with your own.
Eliza was gone. Now, she was completely alone. Trapped.
Nothing moved. Cogston House was as silent as the grave. Perhaps the only thing worse
than hearing her best friend desperately calling her name was being alone in this endless
quiet. Alice’s eyes searched through the darkness, scouring the corridor that faded into
more murky gloom. She could make out the hallway right in front of her, the door opposite
and, beyond it, the enormous winding staircase. As she looked, blinking through the tears
that had begun to stream hopelessly down her face, she was met with a sight at the top of
the staircase that all but turned her to stone...
Something was moving.
Alice watched numbly. Her heart was in her mouth and her breath came in sharp, rattling
gasps.
Count the sentences which have 3 words or fewer. What is their purpose?
Descending the stairs one careful, agonising, creaking step at a time, a hunched silhouette
shuffled out from the darkness. A small, extremely old man was moving slowly but
purposefully towards Alice. His head was bowed, showing a white, bald circle surrounded
by wisps of light grey hair.
“Help!” Alice tried to scream again, but nothing could be heard except for a strangled
silence. With no voice but the one inside her own head, she begged the stranger to notice
her and set her free...
A mottled, wrinkled hand reached forwards, holding a key.
A knot twisting in her stomach, Alice held her breath, staring down at the top of the man’s
head. There was a satisfying click as the key wriggled into place. Grinding and creaking as
it rotated, the key was wound once…
...twice…
...three times, a brief pause between each half turn.
What is the effect of the long list of adjectives in the first sentence?
With each rotation of the key, Alice felt her chest become tighter and her back straighten,
as though a puppeteer were tugging at invisible strings. Only her eyeballs scuttled from
side to side, like marbles being jiggled in a tiny box.
All of a sudden, everything was still once again – still, but not silent. Alice could hear a
pounding in her ears as her heartbeat became louder and more rhythmic. The thin sliver of
a third metal clock hand in front of her face had begun to move and, as the deafening
sound of her own heart ticking overwhelmed her, she had the chilling realisation that this
particular clock was no longer broken.
Tick, tock.
How does Luca already know the time on the clock face?
Jack was standing, transfixed, staring into the face of the huge grandfather clock. Still
backing away, Luca threw a glance up the staircase and then back towards Jack. His friend
was peering forward to scrutinise the clock. What was holding his attention? Why couldn’t
he just leave, like Luca was?
“Jack!”
“Yeah. Yeah…” Jack murmured. Mesmerised, he was reaching out a hand and placing it on
the front of the clock.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
Luca kept moving, his back against one wall and his eyes constantly scanning. Jack was
becoming more out of focus, blending into the encroaching darkness as Luca shuffled
noisily away.
“AAAAGH!”
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Curse